As I went through the rest of my school day, squirming in hard chairs, feeling a little feverish, I mentally played the ‘how long will I be grounded for’ game. It’s amazing I didn’t get in trouble again that day, for not paying attention. When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time. Re: Have you still been spanked, when you gave your first spanking? -- Jennifer, 02:57:40 09/27/23 Wed

Doreen seemed only too delighted to assist. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “We’ll let’s see how co-operative he becomes,” Aunt Pam replied, “we’ll start with the cane.” I then asked whether Adam would get one on his birthday. ”Quite possibly – if he wants one.” Oh boy! My blood was pumping, even though she never actually said the word ‘spanking’, which was a bit disappointing. Your mum has given me as long as it takes to deal with you myself, you naughty boy.” She advanced on me, took my hand and led me towards a chair that had evidently been turned around in preparation for my arrival. I could see where this was going! I could see where I was going, too – across Adams mum’s knee! It was a proper set up, an ambush! Things were starting to fall into place. The two mothers even used the same language.My second great desire in this weird and shadowy dimension was to be spanked myself by a stern, no-nonsense older female. This was kindled in me by Aunt Pam, with the help of her friend Doreen, who lived with her. My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie. Re: What Should Happen To A Naughty Boy -- glen (6 boys paddled bare at 15+), 19:15:05 03/06/18 Tue

Disciplining your children is one of the responsibilities of motherhood. For many this involves delivering hard bare bottom spankings when called for. Not pleasant, but one of a mother’s myriad duties. However, it is hard to be philosophical when it is your own panties which are being lowered and your own bottom which is being turned into a raging inferno which will make sitting down difficult or impossible for the immediate future. Re: "Kleenex, it's not just for allergies and colds" -- Cherie to Mary pt 2 :), 08:37:29 10/17/23 TueI don’t remember her ever once bringing up the note-passing or the profanity – just the very fact that I had been sent to the principal and that I had been paddled. My offence wasn’t the specific action, in her mind, but merely the very basic misdemeanour of getting in trouble at school. Did I say she was taking time to calm down? I’m a damn fool, because she was as angry as I had ever seen her in my life. Re: Spanking patterns, rituals; advantages, disadvantages and spanking effectiveness -- Vanessa (Abel’s Mom), 15:29:01 08/07/23 Mon As the clean-up progressed we would come face-to-face every now and then. By now I had a little trouble looking her in the eye, but when I thought she wasn’t looking I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was the first woman I had met in person who had given a spanking. It was that big a deal for me.

Spanking is not fun for me, I get no enjoyment from it, I get no sense of power, no sense of “victory.” But I do feel it is necessary at times. I believe I have a daughter who is respectful, kind, empathetic, loving, and well behaved because the option of spanking is in the “bag of discipline” techniques. She is also those things because I keep the value of nurturing just as much as the value of discipline. When any discipline occurs whether it be spanking or otherwise, shortly afterward, I always talk to my daughter and clearly explain why the discipline occurred and that I love her. In fact, when writing this post I decided to nonchalantly interview my 5-year-old daughter on the topic. Here are her responses: Although we did have the cane at my sweet little primary school in Wembley, London, in the 1960s, I managed to avoid it. However, at my senior school I was regularly caned and slippered as we all were, going into the 1970s. Dad spanked, but Mom was the primary disciplinarian in the household. She had been a classroom teacher for several years until the older of my brothers was born and then she became a stay-at-home mom. Spankings were not an everyday event at our house but they were not rare either. I would say I earned one a month on average in my peak years from 10 to 14, then a handful after that until my last.Finally, Aunt Pam asked Doreen to give me three strokes of the cane, while she continued to hold me firmly over her knee. Doreen duly obliged. The cane strokes weren’t too hard, but they did bite.